“Fang: When do I get out of here?
Max: They say a week.
Fang: So, like, tomorrow?
Max: That's what I'm thinking.”

“I choose you, Max. -Fang”

“What happened to your tan?"--Fang
"It was dirt." --Max”

“He gives my hand a tight squeeze, but that desperation, that urgency between us is gone. No insecurities. Max and Fang. Fang and Max. No longer a question. We just are.”

“I love you Max,"Fang said…"God, Max I love you so much."
I know. I thought. I've always known”

“When are you going to trust me Max?" asked Fang.
"When I go completely bonkers," I laughed.”

“Don't ever leave me again." -Max
I won't. I won't not ever." -Fang”

“Jackpot, Max! Jackpot!" It was Fang and he was giggling hysterically.
For those of you just joining us, Fang doesn't giggle, esspecially hysterically.”

“Fang? Are you- like Max?" asked Dr. Martinez.
"Nope,"he said, sounding bored. "I'm the smart one."
I resisted the urge to kick him in the shin.”

“Fang felt a cold jolt, then dismissed it. Max wasn’t dead. He would know, somehow. He would have felt it. The world still felt the same to him; therefore, Max was still in it.”